“Is it just me? Or is raw onion in salad the work of the devil?”
Then follows hundreds of words of unnecessary justification.
I’ve heard of people who can eat an onion like one eats an apple, and I’m glad they’re identified so I can avoid them. It’s akin to munching on cloves of raw garlic: anti-social and disgusting.
Raw onion is foul — it smells like unwashed armpits, and it has no place in a mixed salad. Period, end of statement.